I was thirsty
like the smelted sands of deserts...

To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...

There is no bridge
of us any more...

The small man,
the hollow man...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

There are many things
not worth listening to...

Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...

O look how that moth
exchanged its rubicund wings...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight...

They ascend to judgment
on stilts of sycophancy...

One day,
a flood of unsaid hearts...

Go on and forget about me.
Forget that I have ever lived...